Spring and Golden made their way through the now much more busier market square. Many sorries, and apologies were given, as they pushed through the crowd. "This place got crowded quickly... How far is this smith were going to see?"

"Not far! Sorry... Just off the main street and- My bad... And to the left, i think... I didn't see you there..." Golden wasn't as vocal with her apologies. She simply didn't want to address every single pony she bumped into. Once they got off the main street, the trek became much easier.

After good ten minutes of walking, they were finally closing in to their destination. "Just behind here- Umfph!" Spring ran into an older looking stallion, as she turned the final corner. "I'm sorry sir! Are you okay?" Spring hurried to help the older pony up, but before she could even try to offer a hoof, the pony was on his hooves already. "No thanks young one... I'm fine..." Without any further words, the old pony continued on his way.

"Surprisingly fit for such an old pony..." Golden commented. "He looked 40 years older than he probably was..." To Golden's glee, they arrived to the forge few steps later. Spring stepped up to the door, and gave it a firm, three knocks. Golden raised her eyebrow, then walked over to the door, pushing it open and entering the forge "It's a store Spring... You don't need to knock here..."

"Hmph... I just wanted to be polite..." Spring crunched her nose, before following Golden inside. The bell above the door chimed a jingle, but there was nopony to be seen behind the counter. "See? We should have knocked and waited. Maybe the owner isn't here?"

"You really think they would leave the door open, if they were to leave their forge?" Golden asked with a raised eyebrow. "Now stop worrying and wait..."

"It is real, not a lie" Spring assured. She smiled as Golden signed, finally getting her sister aboard the vanguard. "Cobalt will be transferred, after you have shown what you can do to the captain. We still need her signature to this paper." Spring took back the paper and the pen, placing them back to her pouch. "But the spot is already prepared." Spring turned around, to head to her next destination. "Captain ordered me to take you to a smith, in case i'd be able to get you to join. There you will get your own armor made for you." Spring began to hop away, the usual spring in her steps. "Oh, and Golden. "Welcome to the Vanguard" Spring did a salute, waiting for Golden to follow her.

"Glad you like it! I came up with it myself, on the spot!" Spring chimed, causing Golden to wonder, if the earth pony got her painfully obvious sarcasm at all. "Oh, but dear Golden. I'm here with a new offer. After our last discussion, i told the Captain your reason for declining, and she told me she would try to pull some strings, and she managed to arrange this." Spring opens one of her many pouches, and pulls a rolled parchment out, offering it to Golden.

"Very well." White says, loosely wrapping the weapons in the cloth she brought them in with. "That is good enough. Over a week would have been a bit worse. I leave this all here, and bring you the payment when i retrieve the weapons." White heads towards the door. "I let you two get back to your things. We can discuss that commission once you've done your research. Oh, by the way." White turned back to Iron "Leave my tab open. If my colleague succeeds in what she ventured out to do, you'll have more customers soon." With that, White turned back towards the door, greeted Foxtrot on her way out with a simple nod, and disappeared back to the crowd of the city

White Wind listened as Iron talked about the weapon on the parchment. She wasn't sure, if the smith was talking to her, or just generally thinking out loud. White could hear the excited tone in Iron's voice. "Sound like i did come to the right smith. I will gladly leave that project to your hooves." White says, pointing at the parchment. "Don't overwork yourself with that though. It's not in a hurry." White turned back to the table. "These two should preferably be maintained as fast as possible." She pointed at the two twin swords on the table.

"How much do i owe you for these?"

"understood" White nodded "As long as your work is as good as i've heard, you will have another satisfied customer." At Iron's question, White grabbed a rope holding the bundle together in her mouth, and pulled the knot open. She gave the bundle a push, this causing it to roll open, while keeping it's contents quite organized. First in the line was two sheathed swords. White picked one of them up, and unsheathed it. "First things first. I need these two sharpened. And preferably re-bind the handles. Like they are now, these parts left bare." White pointed at two, bare spots in the handle, that showed scraping marks on them. The handle was only binded in the middle. White returned the sword in it's sheath, and returned it with it's identical twin on the table.

"Then we have this." The mare picked up quite beaten up blade from the table, that was clearly broken in half, the tip of the blade was nowhere to be seen. The rest of the blade had many notches in it, but the finely crafted decorations were still visible on the hoofguard, and the bottom of the blade "Think you can do anything about this one? It was found recently, and we hoped it would still be restorable."

The bell above the door rings, as an armored white pegasus pushes the door open and enters the forge. She's carrying something on her back, wrapped in a cloth to keep everything together. It was obvious from few pointy objects poking out from under the cloth, that she was at least carrying weapons with her. She placed the package on the counter, and waited, as the blacksmith she came to meet seemed to have another customer at the moment.